He was instructed to wait for Killian at the main manor of the group. Michael was pretty sure Killian lived somewhere else, however, he had no idea with who, where, or why he was to meet him here.
Most likely it was because half the time the group members spent time here, and most of the meetings happened here. It was a safe bet- Richard had the advantage in any case since after all -well, this was his territory.
As far as the information he was given was saying, Richard always got what he wanted. Always, and there were never exceptions. Michael’s thoughts inevitably drifted towards Killian.
The fact Killian could be his mate was absurd. Perhaps he was mistaken, and most likely he was just attracted to the guy. After all, Killian was exactly Michael’s type. With or without that ridiculous feeling that Killian was his, Michael would have been attracted to him anyway.
No, not his, he shook his head.
No one was anyone’s and he was just temporarily mistaken. He blamed his confusion on the new place and surrounding and above all that he was still not sure what was going on and got off from the car the group had given him earlier. Michael assumed he would be Killian’s driver for the night and decided to not ask any questions further.
He was soon going to find out anyway.
Michael got off from the Bentley- for one thing, the group wasn’t even trying to be subtle about how much money they operated with, but then again- most of them were born into rich families anyway.
Michael put his leather jacket on and crossed the long way to the entrance of the manor.
He still wasn’t used to the cold weather here in London- it was way colder than what he was used to back in the US, and Michael reminded himself next time he was sent on a mission, he’d argue he wanted a place with a better climate. If there was a next mission, and if he survived that one, he thought.
As soon as he approached the stairs, leading to the big entrance, Michael heard the footsteps of the butler from the inside, the man getting ready to open the door.
Michael checked his watch- 6:59 pm.
He had been told to be there at 7 pm sharp, and he had done his best to stick to the instructions.
The butler knew of those people’s obsession with punctuality either, since the moment Michael reached the top stair, the door opened. The servant nodded at him, although Michael couldn’t help but notice the look he was given. It was the look saying- you don’t belong here.
And it was true.
What was ironic, however, was Michael was the one, siding with the law, and those people were criminals. At the end of the day, however, he was the one being looked down on.
Michael followed the man as he was taking him deeper into the house.
He tried not to stare too much at the walls, covered with paintings and the expensive decorations on the walls. He’d never been that familiar with art, but he was pretty sure one of the paintings was an original Van Gogh. He shook his head and continued walking until they reached the big hallway. The place already felt enormous.
High ceilings and windows were surrounding him, and the wide, marble staircase that was leading to the upper floor was covered with the same soft carpet his feet were sinking in.
The butler was walking in front of him, dressed in an impeccable black suit and Michael wondered whether it cost half his monthly salary or the whole one.
Even the servants were wearing clothes he would never be able to afford, becoming the best-paid agent in the CIA or not. That’s when Michael felt his mind go blank. He didn’t have to turn around to know Killian was somewhere behind him.
Michael had no idea why he hadn’t heard him approach, but he knew without turning the man was there.
“Christopher, “ Killian said with his usual upper-class accent and Michael wanted to kick himself for all his parts reacting to it.
The butler spun on his heel gracefully- both for his age, and ten times more gracefully than Michael would ever be able to, even if he practiced for the next two years, and nodded to Killian.
“Good evening, Sir. I was expecting you’d be in the study. “
“I needed to finish something with Richard upstairs. “
Killian said shortly and the butler tipped his head slightly.
“Very well, Sir. “
So Richard was here. And Michael was following every single move Killian made as he came to stand closer to him.
If last time Killian looked as if belonged to the upper classes, he now looked like actual royalty.
The black evening suit fit his slim body perfectly and Michael wanted nothing but to run his hands over his sides. The dark colors of his attire made Killian’s cold blue eyes stand out even more, the image strengthened by the black hair, put back nicely again into a fashionable hairstyle, which was at the same time perfect for an official event.
Everything was so well-done, that for the first time the feeling he didn't belong there from a few minutes back as he was entering hit him so hard, he now almost forgot he was playing a role.
Michael ran a hand through his buzz cut, just to do something with his hands and not to use them for something stupid. Like punching himself or grabbing Killian.
“Would Sir Richard accompany you tonight?”
“I wouldn’t say so. “
Killian said and that brief exchange brought Michael back to reality and away from his visions.
What was with his mind running wild for the last minutes.
Michael hadn’t seen the leader ever since he’d come here, although he hadn’t expected to, since if he had seen him, it would either mean something had gone wrong, or that was the last thing Michael would ever see before they got rid of him.
You had to be someone to meet Richard.
And kicking asses and collecting debts didn’t earn you a meeting with him. Killian had been with Richard and not in the study. Michael was at once overtaken by a very strange feeling.
He couldn’t name it and didn’t know where it had come from, but it was beyond doubt a very unpleasant sensation. He found himself staring at Killian.
Then the terrible realization that he had been looking at the guy like this the whole time inevitably reached him.
Even if he had, though, Killian seemed to not be interested in him in the least. Then his eyes traveled up and down Michael and he could swear the blue gaze paused at his chest.
Michael felt his skin prickle, again, under the intense gaze and he bit the inside of his cheek.
This was way more difficult than he’d assumed initially and it seemed to be getting even more difficult when the faint scent of the cologne Killian was wearing reached his nostrils.
Only a heartbeat later he felt it filling his all senses. Then it filled his mind and Michael had to clench his teeth harder. If Michael wasn’t the trained soldier he was, he was pretty sure he’d already let his eye change from brown to red.
At that moment Killian took a retreating step back and nodded to another servant.
Michael had almost missed the man coming from somewhere to his right- that much Killian’s presence was messing with his head. And how many servants did those people have, anyway?
Michael blinked a few times unconsciously and Killian said, his voice completely devoid of emotion, the way he always seemed to make everything sound like an instruction.
“Get him dressed into something else, he looks like some ex-criminal we hired to guard a nightclub. “
Michael and the servant- a man similar to the butler, but younger, exchanged a look, but neither asked a question and Michael just obeyed the order.
This boy Killian has some attitude
The place was way bigger than what he’d initially thought. Enormous, and it felt bigger the more he was walking on the long corridors, following the servant. How many servants did Richard have, anyway? Thirty? As he was walking with the servant, they passed by at least five more. Two of the maids they passed by eyed him and cast their eyes downwards when Michael tipped his head to greet them. As soon as they were out of earshot (or at least they thought they were) Michael heard one of them saying: "He is SO hot, I wonder if he's the new bodyguard Mary told me about."
Michael paused and listened.He clenched his teeth even harder when he imagined Richard touching Killian and he resisted the urge to break the door in.No, he couldn’t do it.For some reason, Michael couldn’t get any sense of what Killian was feeling, but he could very well tell what Richard was - and that was a pleasure.Blinding anger filled his vision.They were really together.He knew that. Always had known it, but now it was happening on the other side of the door and only a few feet were separating him from his mate.His mate who was with another person right now.Michael tried not to imagine Kilian on his knees, or naked, or anything like that.Killian is Richard’s lover.He repeated in his head.And obviously Killian wasn’t resisting whatever it was they were doing.Michael felt more pleasure coming from Richard and that was it for him.That’s why Michael too
Michael didn't recognize the trace and couldn't put the scent to a face in in his head. It was totally new. Yet... The scent was getting stronger as Michael moved closer to the door of his flat. Michael’s senses were instantly alert and he moved even closer, almost touching the metal grid protecting his front door.In neighbourhoods like that one a metal door wasn’t enough to save you from thieves, but there also wasn't anything much to steal.Another thing was Michael could rip them all apart if he decided.Michael listened and heard rustling from the inside.The only person who knew where Mike lived was Flynn.And the man inside was definitely not Flynn.Michael's hand was on his gun in an instant, and although he wouldn't need it, it was a gesture, a kind of human reaction he'd trained himself into when he had become a secret agent.It was mostly for the sake of people - doing human things the way they would.Michael c
The blond guy was still smiling, looking up at Michael.The gang had another werewolf working for them and no one had said anything about it. Michael was well aware he was far from having all the information he needed on the gang. Yet, something like this was mojer.And he hadn’t had any idea about it.“What?”Jess asked, the smile dropping from his face.He really was cute.“You are their dog?” Michael asked eventually, lifting an eyebrow.“Why do you want to put a leash on me?”Jesse moved to sit on the table. He acted as if he was home, or owned the place. Jesse had a very light air around him, and it was like he brightened the whole place simply by being there. He definitely didn’t look like someone who worked for a criminal gang. Especially not for someone like Richard. And that got on Michael's nerves even more for some reason.“Just shut up and eat your...whatever. “ Michael growled, “I’m serious enough with the clowning.““Yeah, okay.”Jesse
"Isn't Richard married or anything? ““Where did that come from?”Flynn asked bewildered and Michael waved a hand.“Just a random thought. ““Uhh... No. At least not that I know of. He might have been before, but you know how it is with those people. He can't really have a nice, little wife waiting for him at home. ““Of course.”Keeping a woman, or a mistress would mean unnecessary trouble. No one wanted that. Women wanted children, and security and family. They wanted someone they could wait for who was Actually going to come home after work.It wasn't that men didn't want that with their partner either. It was just easier for men to say they didn't need it."Kids?""I guess not. Kids are another vulnerability. Besides, he has someone to succeed him and the empire, right?""Right."Michael tossed the remainder of whiskey in his glass and waved at the bartender for another one. Flynn gave him a confused look, but didn’t ask any questions about the f
“Will you stop showing up in my apartment ?”Michael asked with a slow exhale. Jesse pushed past him and tossed the plastic bag on the small kitchen table of his place.He closed the door behind him and glanced at the numerous candy bars, spilling from the bag Jesse had brought.The blond wolf fished one chocolate bar out from the plastic and opened it.“What?”“You’re unbelievable. “Michael shook his head.“What, I brought those as a pay back that I ate yours the other night. ““They weren’t mine and I asked what the hell are you doing here? Again.”Michael was already getting frustrated. On top of everything he hadn’t spent last night sleeping. Instead, he’d been searching anything he could possibly find on the mayor and what his connection to Richard and the gang might be.And just as he'd expected he found nothing.He couldn’t find anything on them, there weren’t even photos of the two men together at galas or other official events where they mi
He moved towards Killian. And saw it.A bruise was colouring the skin just above Killlian’s sleeve and it cost Michael physical efforts not to move further.His eyes were still on the bruise, however.It might have been deep purple, or dark blue, but it had now started to fade away and the blue had started turning green to become yellow until it disappeared.Michael always thought he was one of those wolves, people, or whatever he was, who could perfectly control themselves.Granted, the wolf part in him was that piece of his being that was more temperament, that was always faster to react, his body reacting before his mind did.Michael had always known his wolf was very, very easily angered.But he’d also learned how to control it.And if Michael had to think of himself as two different pieces, that were supposed to function as one, he believed he would be able to find the balance one day.The problem with Michael, however, wasn’t that his two “pi
Oh, shitMichael thought.You don’t just want to, or can in any possible universe, touch Killian on a whim, that much he’d learned for the past weeks.The outstretched hand hung empty in the air.The guy- perhaps the leader of the gang dropped it eventually and took a retreating step.“Do you...do you want to see what we have for you?”He waved at two of the guys and they opened the van. What they took out from it was a big, heavy case.Michael realized with dread very well what this was. He’s seen similar cases get traded all the time between the Mexican cartels.Only this one looked bigger and better done. Which meant more deadly.The men placed the box in front of Killian and they opened it for him. Michael took a protective step closer to Killian.He was much faster than anyone here, and he could kill them all in a few practiced moves.Michael had done it. When he was still learning to control